I owe you a lifetime of love

Song Chao had followed Fu Qingshen for more than ten years, and it was the first time he saw such an expression on this man's face.

The snow-white quilt slid down to his waist, the man was wearing a hotel dark blue bathrobe, and his hair was limp and messy attached to his forehead.

He was a little sleepy, and it seemed that he had spent a long time in a daze before he regained consciousness little by little.

The Song Dynasty said, Annian is gone?
Fu Qingshen lifted the quilt and got out of bed pretending to be calm, his pupils shrank slightly, and the slippers on his feet were worn backwards.

He washed and dressed as fast as he could in his life. After coming out of the hotel, Song Chao drove Fu Qingshen and the two to the community where An Nian lived before.

It's a pity that the building is empty.

That house is already listed for sale.

Song Chao found the manager of this housing area.

The manager said: "At the beginning, the house was rented out to a lady named An, but just a week ago, the house was bought by a Mr. Gu, and I heard that it will be used as a wedding room. .”

When he heard this, Song Chao subconsciously turned his head and took a deep look at Fu Qing who was beside him.

Fu Qingshen closed his eyes lightly, his heart was pinched severely.

Song Chao said again: "Since it has already been bought, why is it listed for sale now?"

The manager said: "This is Mr. Gu's meaning. He said that he doesn't want to hold the wedding here and is going to another city. This is what his fiancée means."

"Mr. Gu also entrusted an intermediary to intervene to help and sell this house in a short time."

Song Chao then asked the other party about An Nian's movements, but unfortunately the other party didn't know.

Song Chao looked at Fu Qingshen helplessly.

Fu Qing sighed deeply and returned to the car.

An Nian disappeared.

The air in Haicheng made Fu Qingshen feel suffocated.

He took out his mobile phone to call An Nian, but he couldn't get through once. He wanted to send her a text message. When he opened the text message interface, he suddenly saw nine unread text messages in his inbox.

"Fu Qingshen, come downstairs to my house at nine o'clock in the evening, let's meet. I have something to say to you face to face."

There are nine articles with the same content.

When Song Chao got into the car, he saw Fu Qingshen staring at the text message in a daze. His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered that there was an important thing he didn't say.

"Mr. Fu, the night you flew to country M with the medical team, Anian made many phone calls..."

Fu Qingshen has already opened the address book. With the same string of numbers, she made a total of 98 calls, all of which were missed calls, and there was one last call...

Fu Qingshen's eyes suddenly turned red, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Song Chao: "What did she say on the phone?"

Song Chao explained: "Mr. Fu, that day, your mobile phone was damaged at the Emperor Hotel. When Su Shi brought the repaired mobile phone to me, the mobile phone had already broken down due to water ingress."

"It was also a coincidence that I received a call from Ms. An. At that time, Ms. An... seemed a little depressed, and just asked where you were going."

"What did you say?"

"Shen..."

"You..." As if someone had strangled his throat, Fu Qingshen couldn't breathe.

He finally regained his sanity.

"Look, since you're not in Haicheng, go to other cities! I want to see An Nian at the ends of the earth!"

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This year's New Year's Eve was spent by Fu Qingshen alone in the prosperous mansion.

It was around twelve o'clock in the morning when I received the news of An Nian.

The news was accompanied by a wedding invitation.

In spring and February, on Valentine's Day, she was getting married, and the groom was not him.

The huge living room of Shengshi Mansion was pitch-black, beside the sofa, Fu Qingshen was lonely, with several bottles of red wine on the table.

In the darkness, the man lowered his head, his dark eyelashes concealed the pain in his eyes, his pale fingertips tightly grasped the wedding invitation, and his fingertips gently rubbed the groom's name.

He was bewildered, a little paranoid and frantic, trying to erase the groom's name from the post on the red background. His fingers covered the name, and then he scratched the name with his nails again and again.

Gu Xingzhou!
Gu Xingzhou!
Why Gu Xingzhou!
Why not Fu Qingshen?

His eye circles were red, and his movements became more and more crazy, but the cotton and linen material of this wedding invitation was so good, the black handwriting seemed to seep in, and he couldn't wipe it off at all.

In the end, the handwriting was scratched off by himself, and a good wedding invitation was squandered and turned into ruins, but Fu Qing didn't mind, on the contrary, he smiled.

The moonlight outside the window was very good. On New Year's Eve at twelve o'clock in the morning, fireworks of various colors bloomed in the night sky with the sound. For a gorgeous and eye-catching moment, the light of the fireworks also lit up the living room.

He found a pen and wrote his name on the wedding invitation stroke by stroke, side by side with the bride's name.

It turns out that there will be a wedding invitation when you get married, and your name will be written on the wedding invitation?

Why didn't he know anything before?

When the fireworks at twelve o'clock in the morning were about to come to an end, Fu Qingshen took out his phone and posted a Weibo.

"She is getting married, and the bride is not me."

An unremarkable nickname and an unpopular ID, along with countless Weibo pushes, were finally submerged in the phone interface.

Just like him, he tried hard to attract her attention, but in the end he was still an inconspicuous supporting role in the corner.

He sent another private message.

"Happy New Year's Eve every year."

He changed the nickname "Love you forever" to "My love, it's long overdue."

In the darkness, Fu Qing laughed dumbly and his eyes turned red...

On the second day, Fu Qingshen appeared in the Fu Group on time wearing a cold and ruthless mask.

Fu Qingshen is still the same Fu Qingshen from before.

But he always seems to be affected by external things.

Although the former Fu Qingshen was cold and heartless, occasionally someone could see him smile when he looked down at his mobile phone, and sigh easily when he stood in front of the French windows and looked into the distance in his spare time.

But now...

Song Chao saw it, he was really afraid that Fu Qingshen would run all the functions of his body in turn like a machine that never stopped, and one day he would collapse.

He tried to persuade him, but he was unmoved.

Song Chao had no choice but to contact Li Kaiwen.

When Li Kaiwen came over, he saw Fu Qingshen who was so thin that he almost lost his shape.

He almost forcibly brought people out of the building of the Fu Group.

"Going to eat?" Fu Qingshen didn't get angry, he just looked at Li Kaiwen so calmly.

Kevin Li drove to a western restaurant with him.

Li Kaiwen looked at Fu Qingshen's brows that were thick with melancholy that could hardly be resolved, he said in a deep voice, "Qingshen, you have tried your best to fight for it, why not let the rest take its course?"

Fu Qingshen looked at him with the usual expression on his face: "Kevin, it takes time to accept, this is just a transitional period, you don't have to worry about anything, I will let it go."

His eyes were clear.

Li Kaiwen looked directly at Fu Qingshen, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

He received the good news of An Nian's marriage a week ago...